A/N: Okay Guys so this is Chapter 3 and it was by far the longest and most difficult chapter I've written so far. I'm really proud of the different method I used in this Chapter with going back and forth between scenes, but since I'm not a reader of my own fanfic I'm not sure how you guys like it so if you leave reviews about this chapter it would be much appreciated. Also, lately I've been getting a lot of Spoby prompts through Twitter ( Its_Just_Cam). Many people have asked me if I would ever incorporate a 'sexier' side of Spoby in this story. Truth is I haven't gotten as many Review/Follows as I thought I would so I am still playing with this story length so I might have to wrap this story up before I get the chance to go there. I hope that I can finish this Trilogy without getting booed off or something crazy like that, but if that did happen you can expect several Spoby one shots with nothing but fluff. Finally for those who are asking about how many chapters in SAU, well it all depends on you guys. I'll make that final decision after the reviews on this chapter, but right now you are looking at around 10 to 20 chapters.

The name of this Chapter is called "I'm In Here. Can Anybody See Me?" and it's a line from the song "I'm In Here" by Sia. If you haven't heard it, I recommend checking it out.

Okay I'll shut up now. I don't own Pretty Little Liars yada yada ya. Happy Reading (and Reviewing) :) Xoxoxo

"Alex. We need to talk." The brunette repeated herself, more certain this time.

"Why do you think we always have to talk in this relationship?" Alex questioned and paused for her response.

"Alex it's just that our relationship—" A sharp breath emitted from Alex's lungs, he was obviously fed up with her 'Be a better boyfriend' speeches. "SPENCER. If you are so tired of this relationship then don't call it a relationship. Just call it 'a teenage guy trying to hook up with one of the richest, sexiest girls in Rosewood.' Because that's the only thing this is. "

"NO! This is more than that. You push me around, like you own me! You give me these bruises and cuts that I have to strategically hide without dressing like someone who has never heard the words 'mini skirt' or 'strapless top' in their lifetime!" Spencer was now ranting, and Alex could tell he needed to set her straight once and for all.

Alex pulled into a parking lot that seemed to belong to the vacant motel complex that stood before them.

"Why did you stop? I want to go home Alex. Take me home."

"Get out of the car bitch, and walk!" Alex forcibly shoved Spencer through the first motel room on the right side of the complex.

"Alex forget it! Our relationship—our whatever this is, is fine. Just let me go home and we can talk later. Tomorrow morning, first thing." Spencer gave him a timid smile hoping he could just forget the entire thing. So much for trying to be strong. So much for 'you're important' and 'your opinions and thoughts matter'. Spencer was smart enough to realize that it didn't work like that. Alex wasn't going to risk her outing him to the her parents or better yet, the police.

Why did I have to say anything? Everything was fine until I let myself believe I was worth something. Me? Actually worth something? HA! That's a joke. I let some boy tell me what he thought was best for me, and here I am. Being locked up, and held against my will. Heaven knows what kind of new bruises and scars, I'll walk out of here with tonight. But then again. Who said I would even walk out? Toby told me to 'be stronger' and 'fight for myself', but I can't. And now because of Toby Cavanaugh I could be lying here dead this time tomorrow. Spencer watched Alex's violent movements on the other side of the room. She was standing on the opposite side of the bed for protection of any attacks, soon to come. And where was Toby now? Probably not having a care in the world as to where I am, and what bad things were about to take place.

Meanwhile Toby is still at The Brew. It is about 10 AM and it has only been about 15 minutes since he last saw Spencer take off with Alex. Toby had only spent one night with this girl, and he was already developing feelings for her. He wasn't sure what kind of feelings or how strong they were, but he knew there was feeling. He couldn't stop thinking about her. No matter how hard he tried, he continued to wonder if any of their moments together were real. If she was even real.

The curls in her brunette hair and how they fell perfectly past her shoulders. How when we were together in that alley, so close to each other. Even though she looked awful, ripped clothing and all, her hair still managed to smell like apples and lemons. What Toby didn't know is that Spencer really used an Apple/Lemon foaming shampoo daily. Her big brown eyes that were filled with nothing but kindness and love. She had a way of telling a story through her eyes. Her eyes told more of a story than the words she spoke to me a few minutes ago. Toby's cheeks flushed when he realized how long he had spent staring into space thinking about this one girl. But he was a guy, it was human nature to think like this. What about her arms? Oh and those legs. Those goddess legs of hers… Toby let that picture leave his head as his face grimaced. I wonder if she told Alex yet? I wonder what he said? What he did. Toby and Spencer had really hit it off earlier and exchanged numbers so he figure he could put that number to use. The least I could do is call just to make sure she got home, and if she is fine, I could always ask to see her again. Toby let the phone ring three times, and a look of concern flooded his face. Toby immediately got up from his seat outside of The Brew and headed down the sidewalk in the direction he had seen Alex take off in. Spencer's phone went to voicemail, and Toby hung up, and decided he would keep trying until he got an answer.

"ALEX PLEASE STOP. I'M SORRY. I'M SORRY." Spencer cried watching as Alex threw a one of the motel lamps right at her. The lamp barely missed her.

Alex's voice deepened as he pinned Spencer against the wall. His strong hands seconds away from strangling her. "Bitch, you won't know the meaning of those words until I have you choking on them!"

A helpless Spencer winced as Alex's hot breath came crashing onto her face.

"You are worthless. Understand? You may be the hottest girl in town, and you might have the richest family in Rosewood, but you, Spencer Hastings, are worthless. You mean nothing to anyone, and you never will."

Spencer's eyes filled to the brim with tears from the amount of terror she was being exposed to. Spencer didn't understand why she was thinking about Toby at a moment like this, but she was. She thought about his words: "You have family and friends who care about you Spencer, which means you need to do whatever it takes to keep you as close to them as long as possible." There was truth in his words, and Spencer knew that, which is why when this was all over and done with, she would have to remember to thank Toby Cavanaugh.

Spencer blinked the tears away, and found Alex's eyes. She wasn't yelling, but she kept her voice firm. Confident. She would be damned if her voice cracked. "Alex, I am worth more than your house, your fancy car, and ten of you put together. And I am not sorry for saying that."

Spencer might have said she didn't regret saying this, but Alex could sense that she became vulnerable right after the words left her bruised lips. Alex used her vulnerability against her.

Before she knew it Alex's hand was flying across her face, leaving a stinging sensations behind. "Don't you EVER speak to me like that. Do you understand?" He whispered threateningly.

The slap had been hard enough to take Spencer by surprise, but it was soft enough to not send her tumbling to the ground. Spencer had been expecting something much worse and when she reached Alex's eyes for the first time in weeks, they held that position for what felt like weeks, but in reality was only five seconds. Were his eyes always green? Spencer had never noticed.

"Alex, you and I can't do this anymore," A pause to collect her thoughts and words. "I won't let you do this to me anymore." Spencer chose to leave the conversation at that when she thought Alex had calmed himself and begun to come to his senses.

Spencer began to let her guard down. She knew she shouldn't have gotten too comfortable, but it was too late. Spencer had already fallen to the ground with an earth shattering cry not too far behind.

"Please no. Please no no no no." Spencer shrieked exasperatingly trying to make it into the nearby bathroom.

"Where ya going Spence," he dragged out the sound of her name like he had had too much to drink. But Spencer knew he hadn't or things would be a lot worse right then. The only thing Alex Santiago was drunk off of was his ego. "You can't hide from me Spencer. I always find you babe."

Babe. That sounds disgusting coming from him. Making a mental note of that word to only let people who care about her use it. She locked the bathroom door behind her, and sat on the edge of Jacuzzi tub. At least it's a nice bathroom. She thought knowing that she'd be there for awhile, or until Alex fell asleep at least.

"Wha-" Spencer jumped as she felt a vibration coming from her back pocket. She took out the phone and read the Caller ID. "Toby." I can't talk to him right now. Alex started banging on the bathroom door, trying to force entry. He'll know something is wrong. "Bitch open the door!" Alex screamed. He'll hear that. I'm more trouble than I'm worth.

She placed the phone face down on the counter directly in front of her. She placed her head in her hands and began to cry.

The contact that her phone had made with the marble counter was enough to answer Toby's call.

Toby's fast jog turned into a leisurely walk when he finally heard someone answer the phone. "Spencer?" No answer. "Hello?" Toby could hear very faint cries coming through the phone. It was Spencer. "Spencer what's going on? What happened?"

That's when he heard him. He was screaming at her, but his voice was muffled. Like they were in separate rooms. He heard the sound of him throwing things, glass breaking, and finally when nothing else was working Toby heard Alex trying to break through the door using his own body weight.

Spencer's cries only got louder, and Toby heard her pleading for help. His vision began to blur, but he wiped the tears away. No time for tears Cavanaugh. His walk broke out into a hard-core sprint.

Spencer moved her fragile body to the bathroom counter. She used the marble surface to support the majority of her body weight, as she couldn't do it by herself.

It all started so innocently. Innocent. Sweet. Loving. Caring. It doesn't make since. Nothing makes sense. She felt the warm wetness collect inside of her closed eyelids. We were so young. Nothing but a couple of teenagers. Foolish. Stupid. Teenagers. Boom! Alex continued trying to break through door. Spencer looked at the door and could tell it was only a matter of minutes before the door gave way. She almost laughed. He's so stupid. Classic boy. Boys. Why are they all so …. What's the word? Obnoxiously stupid. She snickered to herself. Alex heard her, and put everything he had into his next sprint towards the wooden door frame.

Spencer remains in the bathroom. Soon the sounds of her cries are drowned out by the sound of Alex throwing himself into the door again. "Alex can we please try to act civil about this. Like actual humans and not like—" Spencer can visibly see the wooden doorframe beginning to break. "Alex, please," she whispered inaudibly.

Toby's walk turn into a hard-core sprint as he listening through the phone at Alex banging the door. That is all Toby hears. That and Spencer quite sobs.

I need to see her. I need to find her. He thought as his heart shattered listening to her cry, I have never felt so close to someone, I have never known someone like I know her. I have never felt like a whole around someone. Until I met her.

Toby blinked to hold back the tears that filled his red rimmed eyes. His pace begins to slow when he comes across an old motel building. The sign was simple and read the word 'motel' it flickered on and off as some of the letters weren't even illuminated by the neon glow. Toby felt his knees weaken when he spotted the car that had taken Spencer away minutes earlier. Alex.

Toby hit the word 'disconnect' on his phone ending the sound of Spencer's weak voice on the other side. Unknowing of what was the best plan of action for this situation Toby battled with the idea of laying low or marching straight into the room and beating this douche bag up. He decided to go around to the back of the motel, but there was no way that he was just going to accept what was happening. His phone came back to life as he hit the icon that read 'Call' he look at the keypad, and made his final decision. As Toby walked to the back of the motel, without hesitation he typed in the numbers 9-1-1. Dial.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?" a female's voice screeched into the phone.

"Uh, I'm calling to report a kidnap," Toby answered as he approached a window at the back of the motel room. He peered into the window and saw Spencer staring at herself in the mirror. He could see them plain as day. Look at all the bruises. Have they gotten worse? Of course they have, he punches her and kicks and doesn't even give a fuck. I should have done something, I should have stopped him from taking her away earlier. Maybe if I had, I wouldn't be standing here looking at the blood stains running down her back. "I'm also calling to report violence and sexual harassment."

"From what I can see your current location is 3845 Westcourt Dr. Help has been contacted and emergency responders have been sent to your location."

"Hurry." Toby said not meaning to sound as intimidating as he did.

"If you want me to help your friend, you are going to have to help me understand a few things, okay?"

"Okay."

"Alright, what's your name?"

"Toby Cavanaugh."

"Great." The 911 operator typed the information Toby had given frantically into the form she had to complete as protocol. She continued the questioning, "And the victim? Who is the victim. Can you give me a name? A description?"

Toby looked back into the window, but ducked down as Spencer turned around to look out the window in suspicion.

"Spencer Hastings. Eighteen years old. She is about 5'9'', uh, brunette….um, pretty." Toby said beginning to run out of descriptive adjectives.

The operator continued typing and snickered at Toby's word 'pretty'. "Alright we are making progress. And the assaulter? Do you recognize anything about them?"

"Alex Santiago. Spencer's boyfriend or—" Toby cut off then continued, "Um, brown hair, its curly."

"Great Toby. You are doing great. Now is there anyway you can see what is happening inside? Is there a window?"

"Yes."

"I want you to look in that window stealthily, and tell me what you see. Do not under any circumstances approach the assailant or the victim."

Toby shifted his position from below the windowsill and cautiously peered into the window, reporting everything he saw to the 911 operator on the phone.

"She—Spencer locked herself in the bathroom. She probably ran in there after he tried to force himself on her."

"Alright she's safe there until police arrive. Anything else you can see?" The operator reassured Toby, hearing his quivering voice.

"She's bleeding…on her face, and her back. She's crying hysterically."

"Why? Why is she crying? Toby can you tell if there is something wrong?" The worry began to creep into the operator's voice.

Also worried Toby responded, "It's Alex. He's breaking into the bathroom door. It looks like he's trying to pick the lock."

To Toby this whole situation felt like a movie in slow motion. He felt like he had been talking to this woman for hours but in reality he had only been there for two minutes. He wished someone would do something. He wished he could do something. Then the one thing he feared the most happened. He watched as the bathroom door swung open inside the motel room; the only barrier that kept Spencer from more harm. He watched as Spencer stood in a defensive stance.

"Toby are you there? Talk to me. I hear screaming. What's happening?"

"He's in the bathroom with her. He—" Toby paused not exactly sure what was about to happen. "He's trying to choke her! What time did you say the police were going to be here? Because he's trying to kill her, and they still aren't here." Toby cried obviously panicked.

"Their ETA is at least two minutes. Stay calm and DO NOT intervene. It could do more damage than good, just stay where you are and tell me what happens. The police will handle –" She was cut off by an enraged and confused Toby.

"I AM STANDING HERE WATCHING A PSYCOPATH STRANGLE SOMEONE I MIGHT CARE ABOUT! HOW ARE YOU GOING TO SIT THERE AND TELL ME THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO BUT TO ACCEPT WHAT I'M SEEING?" Calming himself a little, Toby continued, "It might sound strange or stupid or crazy or funny, but there's a girl in there that I might want to be more than friends with, so how am I suppose to do that if she's dead? I am going in there and I will help her, no matter what happens after that she will walk out of here alive."

"Toby you can't walk in there and kill him, it could leave you with serious consequences. Stay where you are and let the police handle it."

"I will do whatever it takes." Toby dropped his phone in the back of the motel and sprinted through the motel room. He reached the bathroom door still discombobulated from his chat with the 911 operator, but Toby knew what he had to do. "Alex," he said forcibly turning Alex around by his shirt collar to face him, "We need to talk." Not even a second later, Alex had been knocked by the powerful blow Toby had just placed on his face.

Meanwhile Spencer was catching up on something called breathing. She leaned into the counter for support, still looking at her self in the mirror.

"Hey. Are you okay?" Toby asked softly as if the thickness of his voice was enough to break her.

She directed her gaze to the still body on the floor. She saw his chest rise then fall slowly. "Yeah. I'm okay."

"You didn't think I would actually kill him, did you?" Toby asked jokingly trying to lighten the mood. His attempts did not work.

The look Spencer gave Toby at that moment left him confused. Does she hate me for hitting her boyfriend? What if she falls in love with me for saving her? Nah. Too much like a fairytale. She's probably scared of me because after all of my efforts, I'm still the one who has the blood of Alex Santiago my knuckles. A pause. What am I thinking? She's probably just tired and wants to go home.

Toby was shaken from his thoughts with a slight movement from the corner of his eye. Alex was finally regaining the strength to stand. Toby turned and faced a now standing, disoriented Alex.

Alex advanced towards Toby when he was stopped by a rough, strict voice.

"Put you hands behind your head, and get on your knees. Any weapons in your possession need to be surrendered at this time." Two male police officer barged into the motel bathroom with aimed guns; a female officer following them nonchalantly.

"Alex Santiago you are under arrest for the kidnap and harassment of Spencer Hastings…" The female officer continued with his Miranda rights as one of the male officers handcuffed him and led him to the squad car waiting in the old parking lot.

The remaining male officer spoke directly to Spencer and Toby, "We'll need to bring you in for some minor questioning and get your statements." He handed both Spencer and Toby a card. "Here is my card. You can call before you come into the station or you can just show up, just don't wait to long. Tomorrow would be the ideal day to do it."

Spencer looked at the name on the card, which matched the name on the golden plate of the officer, "Thanks Detective Wilden. I—I'll call tomorrow morning." Spencer's voice cracked, still shaky from the recent events. The male police officer walked out of the motel and joined his partner in the squad car.

Spencer and Toby watched as the two male officers rode off with Spencer's worse nightmare trapped in the backseat. She almost smiled at the thought of him behind bars begging for freedom.

The female officer was the next to speak. "Can I offer you two a ride home?"

Spencer was about to accept her offer when Toby cut in, "Actually, Spencer if you want to I'll walk you home, if you'll let me."

Spencer's mouth turned upwards into a half smile. She nodded. She acknowledged the last officer standing with them, "Thank you Officer Tanner. For everything."

Spencer and Toby had walked the entire way to her house in utter silence. For them it was like they didn't even need words to understand the others' feelings. Toby walked Spencer up her driveway to the door where they were now standing.

"Are you okay staying here alone?" Toby asked peering into the house behind her.

"Yeah. My parents or Melissa should be home any minute." Spencer looked into Toby's shining blue eyes. She felt the connection between them, but wasn't ready to speak on it. "Toby, I just want to thank you for saving me. I know it sounds cliché, but you really did save me during my darkest hour."

Toby broke their eye contact, embarrassed that he was blushing, embarrassed that for some reason unbeknownst to him he was already falling for a girl he met a mere twelve hours ago. "I wasn't going to leave you alone with that guy."

Spencer could hear the smile in his voice, which caused her to smile as well. She was touched by his words and how much he cared for her. She had never really had anyone that was willing to go to such lengths just to protect her. Toby was that one person who finally made her realize her true importance in the world. Truth is, he made her feel important. Needed. Wanted. Loved.

Toby wasn't exactly sure what she was thinking about. To him, it was probably something along the lines of-"Why is he still standing here?"- but the fact that she was smiling made him happy. He liked seeing her smile. He figured it was something he could get use to. If she ever wanted to give him a chance to get use to it.

They stood there for a couple of seconds that felt like years. Their eyes were locked, each of them trying to figure out the others' story. Where they came from. Where they had been. Where they were going. At this moment, the world could have been set of fire but neither one of them were going to notice for having being locked into the others eyes.

Eyes still locked, it was their bodies and feelings that powered the next minute of their lives. Toby walked hesitantly towards her, filling in the gap between their two bodies. Toby didn't give it another thought, he did what felt right. Toby lowered his lips to hers, and let them rest there. His heart skipped a beat when he realized she hadn't responded to his action yet.

Everything turned to slow motion: I won't let you go. I want to know more about you. I want to be more than just friends. If you could just give me time to prove my feelings towards you. Time for me to show you how much I care. I won't hurt you. Ever. If you fall, I want to be there to catch you. So please. Just fall. Toby begged in his mind as if she could hear every one of his thoughts. Toby began to pull back from their kiss to apologize, but Spencer didn't let him get to far. It was like she had heard his thoughts, and she did what he asked. She fell. She let their lips reconnect and dance together in harmony. Toby, not being the kind to run around kissing girls, was unsure of where was the appropriate place to rest his hands was. He didn't want her to feel like he was distant, but certainly did want to come off as groping after all that she'd been through with Alex. He decided to let his mind rest and enjoy the moment, so he let his hands settle on her waist.

Neither of them was quite ready to give up the connection between their lips but both knew they couldn't stay like this forever. They separated, and Toby rested his forehead on hers, immediately finding her eyes. Both of them were smiling at the butterflies that had reserved a spot in each of their bellies.

Toby never let go of her waist; it might have actually looked as if he was bringing her closer into him. Not wanting to ruin the moment, he decided to let Spencer speak first.

"I was not expecting that."

"Me neither."